"Ouch! Who do you think you are?! How dare you lay a finger on me!" Sofia shrieked, her voice hitting a glass-shattering pitch as she struggled to break Freya’s iron grip on her hair.
James could only gape, his heart hammering against his ribs at Freya’s sudden, violent appearance. He shot her a frantic look, his eyes screaming a silent command: Whatever you do, don't tell them you're my assistant! You’ll blow my entire cover!
Freya, catching his thoughts through the system’s frequency, let out a tiny, wicked smirk. She yanked Sofia’s hair even harder, forcing the woman’s face upward, and declared in a voice that commanded the entire room: "I’m the woman dating the man you just insulted!"
Sofia froze. Her eyes went wide as she took in the woman standing over her. She saw a face of sheer
